Shouldn’t Have Gone

by Mara Lynne

  But then, who would have thought she’d ask him for a one-night stand?

  “Why are you smiling?” he asks, his mouth on top of hers.

  She shakes her head and answers, “Nothing. I just remember that day in high school when I asked you to have sex with me. Thinking about it now, I’m glad I asked you that question.”

  His lips curve as though the little memory has crept into his awareness.

  “You are not a mistake, Damien. I want you to know that. I don’t regret anything that has happened between you and me,” she says. “I can never love a man like how I love you. I have loved you twice. I will love you as many times as I can.”

  He watches her face spreads with scarlet.

  “I love you, Angel Mohr.” And he gently slides his tongue into her mouth to meet with hers.

  When she gasps for air, Damien pins her to the wall again. His fingers starting to untie her robe.

  “I love you,” he says again in a whisper, as he kisses her tip of her nose. Her robe falls off from her waist, revealing her white lace night dress.

  “I love you.” His lips land on her cheek, then down to her neck. He mutters incomprehensibly, “I love you…”

  Her hands not in the rush tearing through his shirt buttons as though the they’ve got a long night ahead of them. When her fingers reach the flesh on his chest, she hastily reaches downwards to his belt, to free him of the wait.

  She lets out another moan when she feels his mouth exploring the bareness of her breasts, when his tongue caresses her nipple. His fingers going down below her legs, and in between her thighs. And soon as they reach their aim, Angel lets go of her grab on him and she runs her fingers through his hair until she grabs a hold of them, and pull his head back, preventing him from kissing her breasts, as though punishing him for a crime she enjoys.

  But Damien goes back to kissing her on the mouth, this time a little bit wilder and harder. Devouring her, his mouth pressed on hers. His arms and hands possessing her, not wanting to let her go. Not stopping until he gets what he desires.

  She leans forward so she can reciprocate his kisses, savoring the taste of his lips.

  As he lifts her off the ground to wrap her legs around his waist, he looks at her directly into her eyes, his forehead resting on hers. “Angel, you don’t know what I can do to you.”

  “Then show me,” she says, taunting him with a sly smile.

  Their eyes level. Damien furrows his brows.

  “I’m not that naïve girl anymore,” adding, Angel catches his lower lip.

  Just seconds after that, Damien slams his member inside her that she groans with pleasure, painstakingly controlling herself to even make more sounds. She feels him thrusting hard and his legs shaking like hers. His body is in sweet agony to get to the deepest corner of her.

  He thrusts faster and faster causing her to wrap her arms around him, her fingers clawing on his skin; her trapped voice wanting to escape her congested trachea.

  But she loves it. She loves the feeling of him inside her. She loves this strange thing sending weird and mind-boggling sensations all over her. She loves this weakness and paralysis he’s making her feel. It’s all beautiful, she thinks.

  It is hurting and at the same time so incredibly wonderful and gratifying that she has to push her palms against his chest to counteract those strong pushes that were burying her to ecstasy.

  Her fingers travel back to his nape, pulling him to just continue making her feel this way. Their bodies are joined and nothing could take away the bliss their heated breaths and sweating skin bring them. He lodges his palms against the wall, to the side of her head, for more leverage while he continues to thrust his hips faster.

  “Damien…” Squealing his name brought out a grin on his face.

  She clings to him as energy drains out of her body. The explosion happening inside her wears off all her strength that all she can do now is receive everything he gives her.

  This was the sweetest moment two people in love could share.

  “Don’t stop, Damien… Please…”

  He slides his hands down to her waist and yanks her closer to his body so that she meets his release.

  “Let go, Angel,” he gasps right through her ear.

  “Ah….” Her voice trails off as she realizes how wet she has become and how her thighs and legs feel numb for so long after shaking. She lays her head on the arch of his shoulder as her nails run against the skin of his back.

  He trails his fingers over her hair, twirling a strand, as he whispers something in her ear, “I want you to bed, Angel.”

  With her legs straddling around his waist, he carries her to his bed that has been waiting to be warmed. He reaches for her face again and bites her lower lip, then starts kissing her on the mouth.

  “I love you, Damien,” she tells him before falling into his trance again.

  Epilogue

  Large marble eyes, curious and questioning, ogle at her as she stirs from sleep. Green like hers.

  “Mom? What’s Uncle Shakespeare doing in your bed?” asks Cate, sitting on the floor next to her. The ray of light from the window-door hurt her eyes, but the sight of Cate, her elbows propped up on her side, almost made her jump off the bed.

  Damien’s arms wrapped around hers, his bare body so close to her, his face resting on the curve of her shoulder. Too late for her to deny her child what she has just seen.

  It was one long night for them, and Angel’s a bit worried they’ve overslept. Cate must have gone in her room to wake her up, only to find out she is sleeping with a stranger—well, not really a stranger to Cate in her books now.

  Damien stirs as she quickly sits on the bed. Reflexively, she pulls the blanket up to her neck to cover her nudity.

  “Wake up!” nudging Damien to wake him up.

  Still transfixed on the bedraggle appearance of her mother and what supposedly was happening, Cate does not move an inch.

  “Cate, why don’t you go downstairs? Mommy will be there in a minute,” says she as she tries to fix her hair, still prodding Damien on his side.

  “Will Uncle Shakespeare be joining us for breakfast?”

  “Yes… yes, he will…”

  “Okay!” Cate pulls her legs together, stands straight and tall, then walks out of the room without looking back.

  “Damien, wake up!” Hitting him with a pillow.

  But Damien responds by catching her with his arm so she falls back on top of him.

  “You were awake the whole time?” Her forehead wrinkles.

  “Cate wouldn’t listen to me. She wanted an answer from you,” he reasons out.

  Angel’s hair falls on one side of her face gracefully, and they smell so nice that Damien wants to bury his face on them, like last night.

  “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Obviously upset, she hits him on the chest as hard as she could.

  “You were snoring like a baby!” says he, controlling the burst of laughter.

  “Snoring?” her face goes red. “I don’t snore!” She distances herself from him, her breasts emancipating from the electrifying contact with his skin. Angel is about to get away from his embrace when Damien has her legs scissored with his, and he spins her to the side so he lays on top of her. His arms cornering her.

  Bending down, his mouth coaxing her with gentle kisses. Angel denying him of the pleasure slowly gives in when Damien gently catches her lower lip with his teeth.

  She moans on his mouth as his kisses grow deeper and more passionate. His mouth travels from her neck down to her breasts making Angel’s tummy twist.

  The door swings open, and Cate pops around it, “Mom?”

  “Catie?!” Immediately, she pushes Damien away, exposing the horror plastered on her face.

  “You promised we’ll have chicken fingers for the picnic today.”

  “Yes, love! I didn’t forget,” says she while she crosses her arms across her chest.

  “Hi, Catie!” greets Damien, smiling.

>   “Are you coming down now?” the question directed to him.

  “We won’t be long,” he replies.

  Cate goes away and closes the door behind her.

  “Is your door broken?” mocked Damien, watching Angel climb off the bed.

  “No, sir. I always leave it open,” Angel answers as she gets in to her night dress. “Cate likes to wake me up in the morning. I just totally forgot last night was an exception.” Her voice lowers as she remembers last night. “And Damien, you just can’t sneak into my room like a thief!” Referring to climbing over the gate and up her terrace to her room.

  Since that day in the cruise to Bahamas, Angel has not told anyone about her and Damien, not until he’s officially broken up with Susan. Not even Ray who was with her in the cruise.

  “Are you telling them today?” he asks.

  Walking towards the bed where Damien is sitting up, she leans over him and tells him, “I don’t think I can still keep it a secret from them for another week.” And she gets to taste his lips once more—just a brief one, but gentle and warm.

  His face lights up with delight. He did not even have to tell Mary about them, because after that night in the cruise ship with Angel, she saw him kissing Angel outside his room. It saved him all the details, and Mary quickly delivered the news to the whole Etheridge clan. Susan was told after returning from the Bahamas. She did not take it lightly but what can she do? Mary did mostly of the convincing, and she made her understand that it will be more difficult for her if she stays beside Damien even if the man loves another woman.

  ***

  Cate’s glare did not leave Damien. It’s constantly fixed at him while they were having breakfast at the dining room. While everyone else, most especially Ray, lost their tongues when Damien came down the stairs with Angel, it was only Cate who kept the morning less awkward with her tales about school yesterday.

  George is the first person who seems to have easily grasped the situation, to even invite Damien to his favorite couch after breakfast and have coffee. They’re great friends after all!

  “Are you not mad at me anymore?” Damien starts.

  The sun is up, and the morning is best for a picnic.

  Angel, Mary and Ray are still in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and fruits, while George is grilling meat.

  “I am not mad at you,” answers Cate as she lays all her dolls on the picnic mat. “Are you going to be my dad now?”

  “Well, if you want me to,” he says.

  “Do you want to be my dad?”

  “I’d love to, Cate.”

  She gets up to her knees, reaches hold of Damien’s hand and asks, “Do you think Mom would like you to be my dad?”

  “Should I ask her?”

  ***

  Angel’s shredding the chicken meat after pouring the dressing into the bowl half-filled of vegetables. Through the window in the kitchen, she can see Damien and Cate talking.

  “From afar, they look like father and daughter,” Ray comments as he passes by behind Angel.

  “I know you want the full account from me, Ray,” says she smiling. “Don’t worry, you won’t me miss a thing from me.”

  “You better not! I can’t believe I did not notice it in the ship!”

  “It’s just weird how Damien got in to your bed this morning,” Sarah starts as she appears on the door. “How did he get in? Did you let him in last night?”

  “Obviously Angel did,” Ray inserts. “He’s not Dumbledore or Zeus!”

  Angel keeps her mouth shut. Soon her mother will find out about her broken glass lamps atop the gate wall.

  “Five years without knowing where he was, and here he is right before your eyes. So what’s next for the two of you?” questions Sarah.

  Good question!—Angel thought. She has not prepared herself for this, neither has Damien, most probably. Everything just happened in an impulse.

  “You’ve been through a lot, you know,” adds Ray.

  “I agree,” Sarah injects.

  “We’ll take things slowly,” she answers. “Stop worrying about me. I know what I’m doing. And so is Damien.”

  Scampering to the door, a breathless Cate appears who happens to have held Damien’s hand.

  “Mommy, can I ask you a question?” she says in one go.

  “Sure, honey…” her eyes move from Cate to Damien, who himself seems a bit lost and surprised.

  “Uncle Shakespeare said he wants to be my dad. Can he?”

  Ray coughs after choking on the carrots sticks he is gobbling.

  Sarah quickly takes Cate on her arms and says, “We probably need to get you changed, sweetie. You’ve been running around like crazy the entire morning.” And that is how Sarah instantly gets rid of Cate meddling with older people’s affairs.

  Still coughing the carrots out of his throat, Ray mumbles, carrying with him a bottle of water, “I think George will need a hand with the barbecue. I’ll see you in a bit.” And he sways his hips as he walks out of the backdoor to the garden.

  Damien’s face turns a bit red, and Angel notices how coy and embarrassed he’s become, scratching the top of his head and his eyes looking down his own feet.

  There’s a moment of silence that both did not expect.

  Angel wants to end it but she doesn’t know how, so she starts off by saying, “You shouldn’t have let Cate manipulate you.”

  “It’s actually the other way around, you know,” a sound of guilt and amusement to his own act mixes with the tone of his voice.

  “Oh, God! I can’t believe you!” exclaims Angel with disbelief. She redirects her attention to the chicken sandwich she is making.

  “So, what now?”

  “So what now what?” startled by Damien’s bold move, she drops the spoon on the plate and mayonnaise spilled all over the table.

  Damien approaches her, his arms around her waist, embracing her from behind, he rests his face on the side of her head.

  “Your answer,” he says, whispering the words to her ear.

  “What answer do you want from me? As far as I remember, you did not throw any question at me,” she answers, smiling. Butterflies going berserk in her stomach.

  His nose breathing in her scent from her neck, and his lips slightly touching her skin around there, Angel adds, “You can do better than this, can’t you, Damien?”

  “Certainly, yes I could,” he murmurs gently on her ear. His hands move carefully on her waist. Then, he pulls something out from his pocket. “I was saving this for something grand. But then, I realize you’re Angel Mohr. You’re the girl who comes around in a blue moon. I can’t let this chance pass by. I cannot wait for you to be officially mine.” He’s took out a ring, large white diamond studded with smaller gems, and slides it to her finger.

  “You know I don’t take a ‘no’ for an answer,” he says. “Angel Mohr, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?”

  “Say yes, mom, please!” Cate’s voice erupts from somewhere behind the door.

  Bursting into laughter, Angel nods. Tears form at the edge of her eyes, but Damien takes the privilege to the wipe them away. Then, he cups her face with his hands, and feels how small she is on them.

  Cheers break out from the door. Sarah, smiling and crying, goes straight to embrace her daughter.

  “Say yes, Mommy! Say yes!” Cate reminding her.

  “Yes!” she exclaims, tears of joy running down her face.

  Cate runs towards Damien, chanting, “I’m going to have a dad! I’m going to have a dad!” She jumps into his arms, and asks him, “Can I call you dad now? Can I call him dad now, Mom?”

  Angel kisses Cate on the cheek when Ray appears, shouting, “What did I miss? Are you getting married?” Then, all of a sudden, he shrieks, that Cate has to cover her ears. The shrieking continues until George arrives carrying his tong.

  Tears are swimming in his eyes, but Angel draw her arms open for him.

  Containing his emotions, this is the happiest George h
as been. He kisses her on the forehead, and says no other words, but puts a smile on his face.

  Angel knows.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1: Moving On

  My eyes scan for a five-foot tall man—5’7” to be exact—coming down the elevator of the arrival area. I hold my cold hands together. It has been six months after my graduation, and since that day, I have never seen or talked to him. I know I have wronged him in so many ways, and I can’t imagine the pain he has gone through because of my betrayal. I begged for his forgiveness for days, but he was not ready to hear me out. Instead, he flew out of Jersey and went to some place I do not know.

  A smile gradually forms on my face when I catch a glimpse of him coming down the elevator. Our eyes meet for seconds—and right there, I know I am forgiven. The unaffected look on his face melts away after seeing me almost teary-eyed. It must have touched his heart of stone.

  By the time he reaches the elevator’s landing, I was already running, quickly throwing myself at him. My arms wind around his waist as my face finds its place on the curve of his neck. He smells lovely as usual.

  “I’m glad you’re back,” I say after I wipe a tear off the edge of my eye.

  His hands go straight to my arms, pressing them lightly as though gauging the remaining muscle mass I have there.

  “You’ve lost so much weight, Angel,” he hisses, his eyes looking sympathetic as ever.

  “You left me! That’s why!” I tease.

  He rolls his eyes and takes me by the arm, and we start walking toward the exit of the airport where cabs are waiting for arriving passengers.

  “You know how much I love you,” he says. “I even came back because I think we need to fix things between us. I’m really glad it’s over.”